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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    do you want ants? ANYONE
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    It's been raining all night.... everything is damp and dripping, weighed down with wetness. The bulky stallion is as black as ink, slick like oil as he thumps around in the dim light of the approaching dawn. He moves without silence amongst the oaks and beeches in this particular patch of woods dotting the massive meadow territory. He knows exactly where he is once he spots the scattering stags in the distance. The Meadow.

    Oranges, pinks and blues settle on the foggy horizon lining the edge of the vast grassy knolls to the west end of the meadow. He comes out of the trees and into the open with a wee bit of reluctance. Purples are soon to join the ribbons of dawnlight streaking across the serrated sunrise.  Chemdog has been traveling throughout the night in the comfortable cover of  darkness. It was a moonless night and thus made it perfect for spying and stalking and all sorts of other fun activities like such, but now the day has arrived and there is no more night to cloak his movements from prying eyes. He is forced to stop his recon of this and that (secrets, you know).

    His hesitancy is put to rest when he realizes he is alone for the time being. He breaks out into the swelling orange glow of the sun's tip. Beads of spring rain litter his speckled coat as he slips free of the leaves and branches and the light kisses his white splashed face. He reaches his scruffy whiskered muzzle into the humid air to give the surrounding scents a sniff.

    Hmm...” His voice growls low as he plucks any information he can from the passing winds. He decides to leave himself right here on the edge of the open meadow, grazing innocently enough with his sharp eyes peeled to his peripheries. Someone will come along soon enough...meanwhile it is smart to appear as though you're as inconspicuous as the rest of the mouth-breathers.

    An early morning trap snack.



    Chemdog

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    (orig. picture by mon-artefact on DA)



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    Messages In This Thread
    do you want ants? ANYONE - by Chemdog - 04-04-2016, 12:28 PM
    RE: do you want ants? ANYONE - by Helovia - 04-04-2016, 08:05 PM
    RE: do you want ants? ANYONE - by Dacia - 04-09-2016, 10:37 PM
    RE: do you want ants? ANYONE - by Chemdog - 04-24-2016, 11:49 AM
    RE: do you want ants? ANYONE - by Helovia - 05-05-2016, 01:35 PM
    RE: do you want ants? ANYONE - by Dacia - 05-05-2016, 02:43 PM
    RE: do you want ants? ANYONE - by Chemdog - 05-10-2016, 05:31 PM



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